Your s** hex won't even work on me now.
Elevator, you've got a little voice.
'Going up,' it said, 'going up,' and 'going down.'
That's all it said.
I know it's no way
No way to treat a friend.
But those things you said,
Those things were all true.
Now the architect's got no home.
He falls asleep with a slide trombone.
It's true.
Then I watched the snowflakes melting in your hair
But that winter's gone.
I know it's no
No way to treat a guest.
But those things, those things were all true.
Now the architect sleeps alone.
He can build a building with a microphone.
Is that true?
You know it felt like sleeping
Like sleeping with the incredible Hulk
Oh please don't wake him up
He'll fall into the most terrible sulk